All Hallows Eve A night of witches And warlocks And Celtic fires burning Dark shapes prancing, Entreating spirits For a good harvest In an ancient language To keep the dead in their graves. Now, Black cat crosses In front of my shadow, While the yellow moon Grins down And sheds little light On the bacchanalia below. All Hallows Eve, A time for spirits, Graveyards And ghouls. Zombies creeping From their graves To feast on flesh, Blood-suckers feeding Like leeches. I close my eyes, Gulp And hold out my bag For the treats to come While the whispering wind Blows in my ear And tells me of horrors And scares me to my bones.
And this is my blog... Kudzu, funny family stories, poems, family ghosts, snakes, sun-kissed southern memories all inside! Plus some travel reviews, recipes and more! I also make handcrafted jewelry! Check out my jewelry blog - Colors of the Woods
"I believe that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you can not baptize cats." - Larry the Cable Guy
A Tennessee man and an Alabama man were both fighting in a war and were captured by the enemy.
"Before we put you to death," said the enemy, "do you have any last requests?"
"Yes," said the Alabaman. "Could you play 'Yeah, Alabama' before you shoot me?"
"Sure," said the enemy. "How about you, Tennessean?"
"Could you shoot me before you play 'Yeah, Alabama?'"
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